Please welcome Leigh Evans to the blog! Leigh is the author of The Trouble With Fate (out Dec. 24th) and was kind enough to stop by and talk about the book. This is a fun interview (Ms. Evans is rather cheeky-love that about her:))and we’ve got 2 copies up for giveaway courtesy of St. Martins Press, so be sure to check out the details at the end of the post!
Leigh, your new book The Trouble With Fate, comes out next month! Will you give us a teaser for The Trouble With Fate and tell us a bit about your heroine Hedi Peacock?
Hedi Peacock has a secret. She’s not human, and she has the pointy Fae ears and Were inner-bitch to prove it. Her childhood was damn near perfect. Matter of fact, life was all magic and fur until tragedy struck. Ten years later, Hedi’s got her priorities straight: make enough money to keep her Aunt Lou knee-deep in maple syrup, and find enough trees to keep her amulet Merry well fed. Then the Alpha of Creemore kidnaps her aunt, and Hedi is left with no choice but to steal another amulet to get her back. There’s just one tiny wrinkle in the plan. The jewel hangs from the neck of the one werewolf Hedi Peacock swore that she’d never speak to again—her childhood crush, Robson Trowbridge. And Karma hates her, because he’s just as beautiful as she remembered…
What do you like most about writing fantasy?
Your imagination can run wild. Which means if the writer decides there’s a red door to another world, well, by golly, there’s going to be a red door to another realm.
What are some of your biggest literary influences?
This is where I’m supposed to tell you about my favourite authors, right? That would be dead easy to do because I have a really long list of to-die-for writers. There are so many people who can write lush prose, or taut prose, and an equal number that can write where’s-the-fan, steaming hot prose. But really? The biggest literary influence in my life was a thin, square, Rand McNally book about a billy goat with a staunch heart, titled “The Goat That Went to School.”
Bucky had a nice cave, and he was as strong as he was smart, but he wanted to play with real children in the worst way. One day, he decided—damn the obstacles, he’d do just that. On his way to the school house, he encountered circumstances that required courage, fortitude and sheer-cussedness to surmount. The punch line—the hook that summed up Bucky ‘s tenacious spirit—was priceless: “But Bucky was Plucky, he kept right on.”
Talk about an influence. That simple sentence has stuck with me all these years. When life sucks (as it sometimes does), I think about dear old Plucky Bucky, and I keep right on.
If you could read one book again for the first time, which one would it be?
“The Name of the Wind” by Patrick Rothfuss. Reading his novels? It’s like sitting on your porch, listening to someone tell you a story. Soon, your eyes drift shut because the narrator’s voice is both soft and rough—fine velvet brushed against its nap. You forget your surroundings, you lose track of the hour. You’re inside Kvothe’s life, experiencing his triumphs and heartbreaks as if they were your own. The day turns into night, and still you sit, listening intently, hoping the speaker will never stop talking… Yup. That’s how good Patrick Rothfuss is.
What are you reading now?
You have the chance to organize the perfect dinner party. Who would you invite (living or dead)?
I’d invite Queen Elizabeth I, though I can’t make up my mind if I’d send the invite before or after the Spanish Armada hit the shoals. I’d send a telegram to Elizabeth Taylor, telling her that we’d devote a solid hour to the topic of Hollywood men. I’d text an invite to Pink and send a telegram to Marilyn Monroe.
Then I’d make a bet with Bonnie Hunt that she couldn’t outlast Ellen DeGeneres in a mute-challenge . Near spitless with delight, I’d loll in my chair watching Ellen and Bonnie struggle not to comment. Can you imagine their expressions? Oh. Sweet. Joy.
You’ve written a series of blog posts that detail your writing journey, which is full of fun info and inspiration! What’s one piece of advice you would give to struggling writers?
There will never be a perfect set of circumstances to write that book. Stop talking about it, stop thinking about it. Pull out the chair, uncap the pen or fire up the computer. It’s simple. Just write. You will find your plot. You will find your story. Stop dwelling on the obstacles.
Be Bucky, okay?
When you manage to find some free time, how do you like to spend it?
In utter sloth. Happiness is a warm tub, a Lush bath bombe, and a good book. Perfection is a tub big enough for two.
What’s next for you? Is there anything else you’d like to share about upcoming projects or events (or anything at all!)?
It’s bed time. Tomorrow I plan to dive back into the middle of writing the third book in the series. But right now? I’m going to shuffle off to the bedroom, shed my clothes and slip into something comfortable. Then I’m going to dream. About Hedi Peacock, and her lover, Robson Trowbridge. About a place called Merenwyn, and dream world called Threall…
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About THE TROUBLE WITH FATE:
My name is Hedi Peacock and I have a secret. I’m not human, and I have the pointy Fae ears and Were inner-bitch to prove it. As fairy tales go, my childhood was damn near perfect, all fur and magic until a werewolf killed my father and the Fae executed my mother. I’ve never forgiven either side. Especially Robson Trowbridge. He was a part-time werewolf, a full-time bastard, and the first and only boy I ever loved. That is, until he became the prime suspect in my father’s death…
Today I’m a half-breed barista working at a fancy coffee house, living with my loopy Aunt Lou and a temperamental amulet named Merry, and wondering where in the world I’m going in life. A pretty normal existence, considering. But when a pack of Weres decides to kidnap my aunt and force me to steal another amulet, the only one who can help me is the last person I ever thought I’d turn to: Robson Trowbridge. And he’s as annoyingly beautiful as I remember. That’s the trouble with fate: Sometimes it barks. Other times it bites. And the rest of the time it just breaks your heart. Again…
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